However,
Mr. Chou had just taken off his T-shirt.
Mr. Mao, behind him, stepped forward first.
"Sir."
Mr. Mao knelt on one knee.
He handed over the priestly robe that he wore.
This robe was so large that even when Mr. Mao was in Breathing State, it did not suffer any damage.
Except for a few slashes by tree branches.
But it is still good enough for covering the body.
Upon seeing this,
Chen Sheng reached out and grabbed it.
No one in the room could see his movement.
With a slight shimmer of his figure,
Chen Sheng had put on the black robe.
"The fuck, you knew it was Lord Xuanwu and you didn't tell?!"
Mr. Chou ceased his actions.
He glared, questioning Mr. Mao with his lips.
Amongst the Top Six of the Twelve Holy Envoys,
Chou and Mao were considered odd ones out.
Their strength was at the very bottom, and they had no desire to climb higher.
They were just defending their own little territory, dutifully completing the tasks set by the higher-ups.
